...and we have so far improved upon the custom of Adam and Eve, that we generally furnish forth our feasts with a portion of some delicate calf or lamb, whose unspotted innocence entitles them to the happiness of becoming our sustenance.

We are but shadows: we are, not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream,--till the heart be touched. That touch creates us--then we begin to be--thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

Women are safer in perilous situations and emergencies than men, and might be still more so if they trusted themselves more confidingly to the chivalry of manhood.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!